Lastly she stepped into her boss’s office to see Dominic snort cocaine lines with an other man, who sat with his back to her. Bette rolled her eyes in disgust.

”What did you need?” Bette finally notified of her presence.

Dominic flicked his head up. ”Bette!” He said too loud for someone in his right mind. ”Come here, buddy” He added with an inviting wave, wiping up his nose.

Scowling, Bette walked up to his desk. That’s when she recognized the other man. ”What the fuck is he doing here?” She snapped, pointing her long finger in the man’s face unceremoniously.

”You tell me” Dominic growled, fixing Bette with a deadly look in his glazed eyes.

”What exactly should I tell you? I have no…”

Bette was cut off by a rageful bang on a table surface.

”Don’t you fucking dare!” Dominic fired off and wiped up his nose again, sniffing like a madman.

The not even slightly intimidated brunette put her hands on the desk, leaning forward, and spoke firmly. ”I don’t know, why this peace of shit decided to bring his fat ass here. I can only guess that he came to make moans about my little blow in his face, which he totally deserved, I can surely tell you”

”How impolite…” Leering, the man uttered in a low gloating voice.

”Apologize to Mr. Simmons right now” Dominic ordered.

Bette stared at her boss, who was reclining on a leather armchair. Dominic Shaw was Bette’s age, a twenty four years old man with a chiselled annoying face, materialistic personality and pretentious manners. His trademark was thick soigne stubble, which looked like it was drawn on his face, making Bette want to take an eraser and rub it off to hell sometimes.

Like at this moment.

”It’s impossible” She said, straightening her posture and crossing her arms assertively.

Dominic bristled seemingly and shot up from his chair, poking his finger at the noncompliant inferior. ”You better fucking make it possible, because otherwise I will make you make it possible, Porter. You fucking got it?” He yelled in rage. ”Not only that you show zero respect to our clients, you imagine yourself a fucking master of the situation and go around punching everyone in the face, whenever you feel like it! Do not forget who’s the boss here, Porter, DO NOT FUCKING FORGET IT!” He finished, glaring at Bette for a few more seconds, then, adjusting his black suit, he sat down again. ”Now you will tell me, why did you use your hands on the respectable Mr. Simmons”